Secret, oh secret,
Keep your mouth shut,
You got to keep it,
To grave if you can,
Never tell another soul,
You might be part of a deadly plan.
Be spoiled,
Be boiled,
Be tortured,
Be dead,
You will be kept hidden,
For you will not say what it is I have said.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Why did my day,
turn out blue too?
I feel sad,
I feel depressed,
It's like a burning pain in my chest.
My day won't get better,
my day won't get worse,
It actually feels like a depression curse.
I could be sleeping,
but I'd rather write a long, deep, depressed letter.
I won't say to who,
I won't say to you.
It's just a letter
saying it won't get better.
Writing my pain down on a piece of paper,
is actually much easier than to say "No, later."

She was a friend, with smiles no end.
She was my twin, didn't think  what I am was a sin.
She accepted me, friends forever to be...

She was murdered in her sleep they say,
strangled and *****...

Tears streaming down my face, so sad.
Emotions going wild,
shock all over my body.
Have I just lost the one and only friend I had?

She was a friend, with smiles no end.
She was my twin, didn't think  what I am was a sin.
She accepted me, friends forever to be...
Or so I thought...

R.I.P. my dear friend,
I'll see you again someday,
It's so beautiful up there they say...
Is it true?
Tell me all about it when I see you when Time allows it...

Roses are red .
Violets are blue.

My name is Dave,
This poem doesn't make any sense.

Microwave.

Mama said:"Look rich, be a *****,

Act poor,
just to be sure

But NEVER trip over a ***** that ain't yours.
They may just be some ******"

♫ I love my music like I love you,
But yet, you and my music can do the same things to me.

You make me happy, sad and sometimes even mad,
But I still love you.♫
But yeah, what else can I do?

You're the special one.

You are the one that can make me smile with only one "hello"
make me as red as a rose and even make my heart skip a beat.

I love you as much as there are stars in the sky,
grains of sand on the beach and leaves on the trees.

I would say that I can't put it into words, but I can,
I just don't know how to express it.

If I could tell you everyday, how much I think about you, or how beautiful you are, I would.

You are the reason why I want to get up every morning,
and the reason why I don't want to go to bed every night.

You make me want to live.

Even though you don't know I feel like this for you, I want to love you for the rest of your life, and if not for the rest of your life, then the rest of mine.